Addison, daughter of Emery and her partner Taylor, mate is killed a week after they finish the mating process on her 15th birthday. Now after 2 years, Addie is happy with it just being her and her son, Hayden. But what happens when a new pack joins her brother Ashton's pack? What if one of the new members claims to be her mate, well second chance mate? Will she allow him into her and Hayden's life or will she push him away in order to save herself from another heartbreak? Maybe she just doesn't want a new mate to take Drew's place a her mate or Hayden's father...... Sequel to you rejected me and now im gay

In the dangerous world of werewolves, apart from the small packs, there is only two major packs. These two packs have been enemies for centuries and are constantly at battle with each other. The Midnight Moon pack is the kind and caring pack of the North; Red Blood is the ruthless and unforgiving pack of the South. Charlotte Ava Moon belongs to the Midnight Moon pack. She's Alpha Midnight's only daughter and youngest child at the age of 17. Ayden Red is the Alpha of the Red Blood pack. His parents died in the hands of Alpha Midnight only 3 years ago, when Ayden was 19. Ever since the death of his parents he has pledged revenge on the Midnight Moon pack, no matter what. What happens when Charlotte and Ayden discover they are mates on the middle of a battle field and Ayden drags her back to his pack? Both packs struggle through there twists and turns attempting to have Charlotte in their hands, as Charlotte and Ayden have their own battle as they try to create a relationship out of the ashes they created. *Currently being edited so there may be some errors later on

POST REICHENBACH/JOHNLOCK AU. Two years after watching the love of his life commit suicide, John Watson has faded out. Balancing between sleepless nights or facing the nightmares to see Sherlock’s face again; he knows the game is over. But he never had closure. And so, on a bleak Christmas Eve, he visits Sherlock’s grave and says what he should have said but never could. He hadn’t expected a reply; especially not this one. After two years of using the shadow of his demise as a cover to take down a terror network, Sherlock Holmes is back. With his hand hovering over the call button, he waits near his grave to catch a glimpse of John, unsure of how to come home. But one night, somebody makes it easier. The game is on. (Or should I say, “The gay is on”?) BOOK #1 of the SherlockedDoors Subcanon (shitty name, I know, but alliteration calls.) (NOTE: This does not follow the plot of series 3, it goes off in a totally different direction. Though some things have been recently updated to merge with some posts in John's blog and a couple of teasers, I started writing this AAGGGEESSS before series 3 so the reunion scene is different. Anyhow, if you like Johnlock, you'll probably like this. Enjoy!)

Okay, this story is Some of my best work (in my opinion), and I want to thank everyone of you guys for this. It's insane how many people have read this. Ill try to update it as often as I can, but I've been really busy so, yeah. Also, I'm think of starting a superwholock one, so total tell me if I should :) -Lydia

Just a bunch of little Johnlock fluffys put into one! The occasional smutty(ish(hinting)) thing may come along here and there, but nothing much more! I like to stick to the fluff ^-^Some really make no sense at all but they're fun to write! :D The characters ARE NOT MINE! NEITHER IS THE FANART All rights go to the BBC and to Aurthur Conan Doyle and the artists! ~Una

(Due to recent events with other authors getting their work stolen only the first four chapters are available to the public. ) The chains were jerked and pulled in hopes of break from its hold on the wall while growl after growl echoed around the room joined in with that from the others caged watching with helpless eyes as the man stalked closer to the main attraction. Eyes blazing red, whip with ends that scream for a bite of flesh, begging their master. "Now, this time you die for real and Earth will be my hell to rule," his voice dripped venom with a hiss as his arm raised ready to strike as he was met with cold black eyes. "You have it wrong, it is not me that dies, it's you!" With that cold black eyes turned to pits of red as flames licked the floors as the man stood shocked, but not or long as the whip came down, hitting its mark leaving a deep wound that caused a howl of agony as lash after lash was met with flesh and before long the floor was covered with the crimson liquid. Locked away for years in the depths of her heart that slowly was shattering and the cage bit by bit was deteriorating. Years of pain adding up and what was a myth, a legend to their people soon became their worst nightmare that rose from the one heart everyone wanted to break, but they never would have thought such an evil would live deep within. She was human, she was weak, she was pathetic, she was worthless, she was the line between life and death, she was the good and the bad, she was the demon and the god, she was the human and the wolf, she was both, but it was just a matter of time before one side overpowered the other. So many wanted her gone, wanted to break her, shatter her to pieces, but when the truth rose from the hell the tides will turn where it's up to her whether they should be broken, shattered like she was or should be full and lively. This her fate, this is her demise, this is the Daughter of the Gods.